Bottom Locker Blag!

A woman has a close male friend. This means that he is probably interested in her, which is why he hangs around so much. She sees him strictly as a friend. This always starts out with, you're a great guy, but I don't like you in that way. This is roughly the equivalent for the guy of going to a job interview and the company saying, You have a great resume, you have all the qualifications we are looking for, but we're not going to hire you. We will, however, use your resume as the basis for comparison for all other applicants. But, we're going to hire somebody who is far less qualified and is probably an alcoholic. And if he doesn't work out, we'll hire somebody else, but still not you. In fact, we will never hire you. But we will call you from time to time to complain about the person that we hired.

The question isn't, " who is sitting next to you," or "who just got up." The question is: over the years, what dirt and grime has built up on that scratched, stained porcelain? Does that man in the $3000 Armani suit know that the last woman who sat there had soiled herself? Or maybe that 4 year old, in the midst of asking his mother why the sky is blue, hasn't realized that an hour ago a homeless man made that seat his pillow and discharged about a gallon of saliva on it during REM sleep. Who would want to sit in a seat that some gang member marked? "J Rulz" and the rest of the "dntwn boiz" own this seat on account of the sharpie and scratch graffiti they have become so proficient at.

Maybe the question aren't any of those at all. Maybe the question is, what history has built up into this seat? How many people have fallen in love in this seat, due to the fact that the cute girl next to them had fallen asleep and was accidentally resting her head on their shoulder? Perhaps a dance troupe used this seat has a prop in their last routine, in hopes that an executive producer would notice their talent and ask them to start a reality show. What writers spent the last of their ink in this seat, trying to capture the hope, despair, love and all the other emotions that seethed through this city and had been captured in the priority seating section. It is a delicate balance of physical filth and the past, the thoughts of previous generations etched into this tacky orange bench.

Man, it is so hard to pick a seat on the train.

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I think that this is a pretty clever song/music video. Fairly amateur, but still funny.

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Doubt its true but this guy is gonna make some monnnnnnnnay